A warm breeze skates across your face, lightly blowing your hair across your face. The sound of the ocean crashing against the shore rings through your ears. That’s not right. Your apartment isn’t near the ocean. You lick your lips, they feel dried and cracked. You open your eyes with difficulty, they feel heavier than usual. Your eyes widen as you take in your surroundings. You’ve never been here before. You sit up quickly from the soft couch you’re laying on. The quick movement makes your head hurt. You stand up, your legs slightly shaky as you try to explore the strange room.

You’re in what looks like some sort of villa from what you can see. It looks expensive. The living room you’re in has large patio doors that are open, explaining why you can hear the ocean so clearly. The kitchen and dining room are visible from the open concept layout. You cast your gaze to the opposite end and see a hallway which must lead to the bathroom and bedrooms.

You’re wearing the sundress you remember choosing out this afternoon. You walk over to the large mirror and examine yourself. You look like yourself, there’s no bruises or marks, nothing that would explain why you’ve woken up somewhere you don’t remember. It doesn’t even sound or look like there’s anyone else here.

You shake your head and get your feet to move. You start heading towards the front door. Maybe you’ll be able to figure out where you are if you step outside. Maybe you’ll see someone around who can explain what the hell is going on. Before you can reach the door, it swings open and in walks your ex Rafe, wearing a big smile.

“Hey baby, you’re awake. I was wondering how long you’d be out for” he greets you with a smirk, a hint of playfulness in his blue eyes.

“Why are you calling baby? And where the hell am I? And why don’t I remember how the hell I got here?” You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him. He was up to something. He had definitely done something. His fake innocent act wasn’t winning you over.

“We’re in the Bahamas, at my vacation villa. I brought you here.” He explains, giving answers that just leave you with more questions. “We were arguing earlier. You passed out. I decided you needed a break. I brought you here” he says like it’s completely normal.

“I passed out and instead of taking me to the hospital you put me on your private plane and brought me to the Bahamas?” You shriek at him, trying very hard not to cause him bodily harm like you want to. “You kidnapped me!” You yell at him.

“That’s overdramatic. I did it for your own good.” He rolls his eyes at you, walking past you and sitting on the couch, still smirking.